Credence Barebone is not
dead. Unbeknownst to the world, the smallest sliver of his spirit survived the
barrage of spells cast against him. While his corporeal body and completed obscurus
form were obliterated, the smallest trace of his being escaped in the form of a
short-lived black wisp curling into the open air above. It remained a small
piece of him hovering out in the world, unconscious while he slowly regained
strength – physically injured and mentally shattered by the betrayal he had
faced by the man he had trusted and the very world he had yearned to join.